Washy Gallup, who was general handy man along the Shell Road, came wheeling a barrow past Liphalet Truitt's and the Mariner's Chapel from the direction of Cardhaven proper and the docks. On the barrow was an iron-strapped sea-chest, of a bright blue color and with tarred rope handles. "Wal, Cap'n, we're nigh to your anchorage," Washy declared, setting down the barrow to spit on his hands.…
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